MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Fuck Buddies Roomate P3

Info - fuck buddy thinking you're together, wet dream, watching someone have a wet dream, masturbating, faking orgasm

Me and Timothée were growing closer and closer and I was getting to the point that I was begging Tyler to fuck me so I could see Timothée later that night. I was crushing hard. Tyler didn't make me come anymore, I had to fake it every time, not that he asked.

"Would you wanna see my folks this Christmas when they come down?" Tyler asked me after he'd finished and threw the condom away.

"Why would I meet your parents?" I asked bluntly but it was a fair question.

"They like meeting my girlfriends," he shrugged.

"Girlfriend!" I said in shock.

"Think about it," he said and promptly fell asleep.

I had to see Timothée. Tyler thought we were together? This was fucking terrifying. I wanted Timothée, not Tyler.

I scrambled out to the living room as soon as I could. However, Timothée was asleep on the couch. I didn't dare wake him, with his sleep problems. I was about to leave and go back to stupid Tyler, when I heard a moan.

I whipped around. I saw Timothée moving in his sleep. I looked to his crotch and saw he was hard. I gulped. He moaned again. I bit my lip.

"Y/n," he groaned. My name, he said my name. I could've done a happy dance.

"Fuck me," he murmured, and his hips thrusted forward. I should've walked away but I was mesmerized.

"Y/n, so good, just like.... That," he whimpered. I couldn't take my eyes away as a wet patch spread over his pants. I slapped a hand over my mouth so I wouldn't moan myself. He'd had a fucking wet dream to me. I went back to the bed with Tyler, my mind reeling.

Before I knew what was happening my hands were down my pajamas pants. I pushed two fingers inside myself and curled and pumped as my thumb pressed to my clit. I was whimpering and writhing.

"Timmy," I gasped and used my other hand to feel up my breast. I pinched the nipple and thought of him pounding into me. I was so horny and wet.

"Yes, you feel so good," I moaned to the fake Timothée. In my imagination he smirked and kissed me and told me how long he'd wanted to do this.

"I'm gonna come," I muttered to him. I arched up as I fell apart and moaned his name over and over.

Fuck, I needed to find out how to get out of this mess. I adored Timothée and I wanted him.